e delight that went through my
heart, jist as clear as yestherday, or the blessed sun that's shinin'
through the broken windy on the floor there. I remimber, Vara, saying
to you that day--I don't know whether you remimber it or not--but I
remimber sayin' to you, that if I lived a thousand years, I could never
feel sich happiness as I did when I first pressed you to my heart as my
own wife."

"Well, but we want to hear what happened, Dominick, achora."

"Do you remimber the words, Vara?"

"Och! I do, avourneen. Didn't they go into my heart at the time, an' how
could I forget them? But I can't bear, somehow, to look back at what we
wor then, bekase I feel my heart brakin', acushla!"

"Well, Vara, look at me. Amn't I a poor wasted crathur now, in
comparishment to what I was thin?"

"God he sees the change that's in you, darlin'! But sure 'twasn't your
fau't, or mine either, Dominick, avilish!"

"Well, Vara, you see me now--I'm happpier--before God, I'm
happier--happier, a thousand degrees than I was thin! Come to my arms,
asthore machree--my heart s breakin'--but it's wid happiness--don't be
frightened--it's wid joy I'm sheddin' these tears--it's wid happiness
an' delight In' cryin'! Jemmy is livin', an' well, childhre--he's livin'
an' well, Vara--the star of our hearts is livin', an' well, an' happy!
Kneel down, childhre--kneel down! Bend before the great God, an' thank
him for his kindness to your blessed brother--to our blessed son.
Bless the Colonel, childhre; bless him whin you're down, Protestant an'
all, as he is. Oh, bless him as if you prayed for myself, or for Jemmy,
that's far away from us!"

He paused for a few minutes, bent his head upon his hands as he knelt
in supplication at the chair, then resumed his seat, as did the whole
family, deeply affected.

"Now, childhre," said he, "I'll tell yez all; but don't any of you be so
poor a crathur as I was to-day. Bear it mild an' asy, Vara, acushla, for
I know it will take a start out of you. Sure we're to go back to our own
ould farm! Ay, an' what'a more--oh, God of heaven, bless him!--what's
more, the Colonel is to stock it for us, an' to help us; an' what is
more, Yallow Sam is out! out!!"

"Out!" they exclaimed: "Jemmy well, an' Yallow Sam out! Oh, father,
surely"--

"Now behave, I say. Ay, and never to come in again! But who do you think
got him out?"

"Who?--why God he knows. Who could get him out?"

"Our son, Vara--our son, childhre: Jemmy got